My first exposure to anything Australian was in 1991 the year I moved to Whistler and within the next year I was headed there for a year with two closest friends. I was back there briefly in 1994 so it blew my mind being there 17 years later. It was hard to wrap my mind around the fact that it had been that long. The motivation of course for this visit was for my girlfriends wedding. The flight there was less painful than I remember which might be due to the fact that I flew to Sydney direct with a quick flight to Melbourne after convincing Australian customs I did not have drugs in my luggage. The first few days were filled with wedding errands and prep but with my camera in hand I was never bored.